𝐌𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞
The billionaires daughter's dreams and fantasies of marrying for love crushed within a second as she finds herself helping her family and marrying for convenience. Helping her arranged husband get back with his ex, wasnt so...
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My eyes shutter open, and I see that I'm nestled against someone's chest.
What the fuck.
Did I go home with someone after last night? I don't think so.
I try and get up but see two arms, trapping me in a way where I can't get up one inch.
This man has a lot of tattoos. Woah. I have good taste.
Then I see a tattoo that looks very familiar to a tattoo Alessio has.
No.
I didn't sleep with him.
I turn my head and see that a man is fast asleep.
Alessio.
What the fuck. What the actual fuck.
My head is pounding, and him sleeping beside me is making it worse.
I try and wiggle out of his hold.
"Stop fucking moving." He blurts out, in a raspy voice.
Holy.
His morning voice.
I look at my phone, on the nightstand and see that it's 8:13 am.
"Get up, it's 8." I respond, whacking my arms from his grip.
He finally opens his eyes, and gets up.
"Did we-" Before I can even finish my question, he responds like he knew what I was going to ask.
"No." He nods his head.
Okay then.
"What happened last night?" I ask, my tone laced with curiosity.
"You and Mila got too drunk, told Rocco to take her home, then I took you here, gave you a shirt, then you slept."
He gave me his shirt.
But why not just take me straight to my house? Strange.
"Okay." Is the only answer I can get out, while grabbing my stuff trying to get out as fast as possible.
"Let me get ready, and I'll drop you off." He says, while going over to his walk-in closet.
"No, It's okay I can get a taxi." I respond, not wanting to be around him anymore.
"Taxis aren't safe." He answers, picking out a shirt.
His closet is organized.
Can't be me.
I'm organized, but not as much as him. He's that organized to the point, where you'd think he spends his time in his closet rearranging things, when he's not working or being bitchy.
